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Jun 2020
Your hands,
do many things.
they
write,
create,
touch,
caress,
move,
make,
hold,
save­
and
help,
But I implore you,not to let
another man's blood
stain your hands.
And unleash the wretched in you.
The killing of one human is equivalent to killing all human
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